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Y2K: The Book! Excerpts Vol. 7

Posted in erbooker by erbooker on 04/11/2012

Y2K: It’s Already Too Late is computer manual author Jason Kelly’s first delving into the world of fiction, written in 1998. In this novel, Mark Solvang heads Solvang Solutions–a multinational Y2K protection software company faced with the heady task of saving the world from certain destruction. Intrigue! Action! Computers! The following are excerpts from my new favorite book of all-time…

Volume Seven

Murray flew at moped speed over Koreatown.

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“Do you want to die?” Butler yelled in his deep voice.

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The scent of ointment from Munoz’s neck mixed with scorched grass and wood.

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He didn’t stare down an M-16, ready to kill citizens of Los Angeles. He looked the length of a pool cue, ready to win a free beer from his buddy.

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The old woman sat in front of another window, her gnarled hands gripping a .22 rifle.

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His eyes shrouded behind cataracts of disbelief.

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“Why wouldn’t they turn back?” he asked the world. “Why wouldn’t they turn back?”

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There was nothing to do but cry.

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People wore hats to conceal their unwashed hair.

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Nothing could quell spirits faster than a high-ranking military official beginning a conversation by announcing that it’s urgent.

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Kleewein sat back in his chair, a ferocious look on his face.

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The driver looked at their eyes. Whatever had happened in Koreatown would be with those men a long time, he decided.

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“Do you fellows need anything else?”

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His lips peeled back from his teeth in a shameless torrent of sadness.

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Inside, familiar smells and familiar furniture caressed him.

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His hair clung to the pillow like coral to the seafloor.

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“Pictionary,” Danielle said.

“Taboo,” Claire offered.

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The children did find a box of Pop Tarts, along with licorice and cans of juice. They chewed and drank by the woodstove. It looked to Gary like a scene from National Geographic.

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A satellite phone rang on the groundfloor terminal room. A middle-aged consultant named Sal Platt answered.

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Schwager wiped his shirtsleeve across his sweaty forehead.

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“Somebody is killing your family at sea, and you’re talking to me about dead phone lines?”

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Some of the guards were Chinese, some were black, some were white, some were olive skinned with black hair. Pritchett looked at Mark for an explanation, but saw that he was just as surprised.

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“If everybody is finished,” Schwager said in a voice too calm to be human, “we can get going.”

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MORE TO COME!

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